Lyrics
DJ swift on the track
Double A flex
Louie Bandz made another one
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck em, bitch, we clutchin"
Benz ties, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothing
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bulletproof car, nigga ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say, "Die" filled her with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred
And I got these diamonds dancing
And they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway, hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, 30s filled up and all my niggas tote it
The hoes we with turnt up bitch
We be them, but when you see you know it (38)
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin'"
Benz ties, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
Drank got me high, mane it got me up, purple got me loaded
I told that bitch, "Get off your ass, go get some backwoods out the store"
That nigga know, he play it's goin' down, six feet, it's lowest you go
Fuck who you with that cutter spray around, we kill you with your bro
I made lil' shawty touch her toes and then got 'em painted
Just from the way she use her throat, that's that slime shit
Fake ass gangster needa decide who they dying wit'
And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit'
Let's go, 4KT, Kentrell be careful, that's that triple nine
D Dawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron
I punch a nigga in his shit, and then I pay that fine
I'm thinking 12 shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin'"
Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
This is the sound...
